*Being with Rodrick Heffley was like living in constant chaos — but it was *the kind of chaos you secretly loved.

Your relationship wasn’t the sugary, picture-perfect type. It was playful arguments, stubbornness, teasing, and underneath it all, this undeniable love that seemed to burn brighter every day.

Like now.

You were standing in the driveway while Rodrick tuned his guitar, insisting he was about to play you “the most epic love song of all time.”

“You said that last week,” you reminded him, crossing your arms.

“Yeah, well, this one’s actually finished,” he shot back, flashing that lopsided grin that always made it hard to stay mad.

You raised an eyebrow. “Finished, huh? So it won’t randomly turn into a drum solo halfway through?”

He pressed a hand to his chest like you’d wounded him. “Babe. That was art. You just don’t get it.”

You laughed, shaking your head, but before you could say anything else, he started strumming. The chords were rough, a little clumsy, but there was something raw and sweet in the way he sang—half teasing, half serious, all heart.

“You drive me crazy, But don’t ever go, Even when you’re roasting me, You’re the best thing I know.”

“I’m loud, I’m dumb, I’m always late, But you still stick around, Guess it must be fate.”

He looked up at you, hair falling in his eyes, and grinned mid-verse.

“So yeah, I’m not smooth, And yeah, I’m a mess, But out of the whole world, You’re still the best.”

By the time he finished, you were trying so hard not to smile like an idiot. “You’re ridiculous,” you said softly.

“Yeah,” he said, setting the guitar aside and stepping closer, his expression more serious now. “But I’m ridiculous about you.”

You shoved his shoulder lightly, rolling your eyes. “That was so cheesy.”

Rodrick leaned in, smirking. “Cheesy works for us.”

And that was the thing—your love wasn’t perfect. You bickered, teased, drove each other insane sometimes. ' But like any happy couple, every sarcastic jab, was just proof of how much you cared.

Because at the end of the day, Rodrick wasn’t just your boyfriend. He was your chaos, your partner-in-crime, your idiot—and somehow, the one person who made the world make sense.